Chapter 1142: The Mysterious City of Fate
"City of Fate!"
"The City of Fate has appeared!"
At this moment, on all four sides of the City of Fate, countless people in the four ancient cities raised their heads and looked in the direction of the City of Fate. High in the void, like a dreamlike city from an ink painting, it gradually came into view of the crowd—hazy, antique. Some people even couldn't believe their own eyes. It didn't resemble a real city at all; it was more like a mirage, a strange spectacle.
"Just as the rumors say, the City of Fate is like an illusory city, yet it can write the destinies of many people." The crowd felt quite shaken. The opening of the City of Fate didn't refer to opening its gates, but rather to its sudden manifestation, just like what was happening now.
Some also believed that the City of Fate was shrouded in endless mist. On ordinary days, looking in the direction of the City of Fate revealed nothing—a void, an endless fog. Only when the Prophet declared the day of the City of Fate's opening would the mist disperse, giving rise to this moment's strange sight, dreamlike and increasingly clear.
"What's going on? I see many castles slowly rising into the air, as if they're being built from the ground up?" Many people stared at the direction of the City of Fate, their hearts pounding. Towers and castles gradually rose from the ground, taking shape in an instant, making the crowd realize that their guesses weren't without reason. Perhaps the mist was dissipating from the bottom up, creating this phenomenon.
"Not just castles—I think I see demon beasts moving too." Another person exclaimed in astonishment. They seemed to see living beings within the City of Fate, constantly flickering about.
"Someone has entered."
The crowd saw figures soaring into the air, their steps directly stepping into the City of Fate, then disappearing from sight as they entered.
"So fast! The City of Fate holds great opportunities. It seems some people can't wait."
Soon, many figures stepped into the City of Fate one after another. When they touched that hazy, illusory ancient city, their figures immediately vanished. Those outside couldn't see where they went, but there was no doubt they had already entered the City of Fate.
"The City of Fate can prophesy a person's destiny and also rewrite and change it. I, Kong Feng, will defy heaven and change my fate within the City of Fate!" A booming voice rang out, followed by continuous shouts. With passionate and heroic hearts, the crowd stepped into the City of Fate.
"City of Fate!" At this moment, on a palace, Lin Feng looked in the direction of the City of Fate and murmured to himself. Beside him, Meng Qing stood quietly in her snow-white clothes, not saying a word, guarding by his side.
"Let's go!" Lin Feng's body trembled. He pulled Meng Qing and they soared into the air. They weren't heading toward the City of Fate, but straight toward another palace. Soon, on the top of that other palace, a person and a beast stood there, also gazing into the distance toward the City of Fate.
"Great Pest, Pseudo-Emperor!"
Lin Feng called out to the two figures, then landed on the top of that palace.
"Kid, you actually remember us!" Qiongqi shot Lin Feng a disdainful glare. This guy had only come here once in the past few days to take away the souls of those two Venerables, claiming he was going to prepare bodies for them. As for where those bodies were, Qiongqi didn't know.
"You old undying bastard, what have you done to Great Pest again!" Lin Feng saw Great Pest looking disheveled, his hair burned beyond recognition, and couldn't help but feel speechless. Was this old bastard tormenting Great Pest every day?
"I, the Emperor, saw that his talent was barely passable, so I occasionally gave him some guidance. He's lucky to receive my personal instruction." Qiongqi held his head high, speaking very proudly. At this moment, the usually boisterous Great Pest seemed to have lost his temper, his face drooping. Although he forced a smile, it looked worse than crying.
"Lin Feng, if you ever make me accompany this bastard again, I'll break off our friendship." Great Pest scratched his head, grinding his teeth, looking as if he had a deep, blood feud with Qiongqi.
"Uh..." Lin Feng's eyes flickered, and he looked at Great Pest sympathetically.
"Having me, the Emperor, personally instruct you is your great fortune. How dare you have objections!" Qiongqi's fierce eyes stared at Huangfu Long, and immediately Huangfu Long's temper completely wilted, making Lin Feng blink even faster.
"Pseudo-Emperor, in your era, was there a City of Fate?" Lin Feng pointed at that illusory city, like a mirage, and asked Qiongqi. This guy was a figure from a thousand years ago and an Emperor. He must know something.
"Yes. The City of Fate has existed on the Nine Heavens Continent since ancient times." A strange light flickered in Qiongqi's eyes as he stared at that illusory city.
"That mysterious? What's so special about it? And what about that Prophet—do you know anything about him?" Lin Feng continued asking. He had always heard about the City of Fate and that the Prophet could predict a person's destiny, as if possessing the power to seize heaven and earth's creation and unfathomable divine mechanisms. With just one sentence, he could determine a martial cultivator's future. It all felt a bit mystical to Lin Feng. Since Qiongqi was here, he decided to seek his advice.
Qiongqi's fierce eyes suddenly seemed to narrow, his pupils drawing together as if he were frowning. He stared at the City of Fate and shook his head slightly.
"I don't know."
"Don't know!" Lin Feng was stunned. Qiongqi was usually one to save face, always calling himself "the Emperor." As long as he knew even a little, he would brag about it to show his omnipotence. But this time, seeing the City of Fate, he so decisively shook his head and said he didn't know.
"All I can tell you is that the City of Fate is far more complex than you imagine—even beyond the scope of your imagination!" Yan Di's gaze left the City of Fate and looked at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng pondered for a moment, then said, "I've heard people ask Martial Emperors about the City of Fate, but they all remained silent. Yet every time the City of Fate opens, all the top forces from the Eight Wastelands send their younger generation to enter it—the Sky Dome Immortal Palace, the Heavenly Terrace, the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress, all of them. Clearly, no one denies the value of the City of Fate's existence. Could this city really be so mystical that it can dominate the future destiny of the Eight Wastelands?"
"Eight Wastelands!" Qiongqi laughed upon hearing Lin Feng's words, making Lin Feng pause. He looked at Qiongqi, who continued, "You're thinking too simply. The opening of the City of Fate isn't just about the Eight Wastelands."
"Oh?" A sharp glint flickered in Lin Feng's eyes. Not just the Eight Wastelands? Could it be that other terrifying regions also had a City of Fate, all drawn into it?
"What do you mean?" Lin Feng asked Qiongqi.
"You'll know once you go in. Although I, the Emperor, am an Emperor, in my lifetime, I only entered the City of Fate once, back when I was at the Heavenly Martial Realm." Qiongqi muttered, making Lin Feng's expression stiffen. "Even with the terrifying power of an Emperor, you can't just casually enter the City of Fate?"
"I didn't say I couldn't." Qiongqi grumbled. "It's just that some things, once they become a habit, become conventions that few dare to break—even for an Emperor."
Lin Feng thought for a moment, then said, "You mean there's an unspoken rule on the Nine Heavens Continent that even Emperors don't interfere with the City of Fate? So, does that mean the opening of the City of Fate is presided over by a powerful Emperor?"
"I already told you, I don't know. If you want to find out, then go in." Qiongqi said casually. Lin Feng looked toward the City of Fate, sword light flashing in his eyes. He didn't expect this city to hold such secrets. His interest was growing.
"Lin Feng..." At this moment, Huangfu Long scratched his head beside him, his face full of confusion. "Lin Feng, what are you talking about... Is he an Emperor?"
Huangfu Long pointed at Qiongqi, looking as if he'd seen a ghost. From their conversation, it seemed to imply something like that.
"Nonsense. I, the Emperor, am naturally an Emperor." Qiongqi said proudly.
"A Pseudo-Emperor who was almost destroyed, reborn in this life. Don't leak this out." Lin Feng sent a voice transmission to Great Pest, making Great Pest's expression freeze. So... he really was an Emperor!
After a moment, Great Pest's gaze toward Qiongqi became less disgusted. He smiled honestly and said, "Great Yan Di, didn't you say you'd casually toss me a peerless cultivation technique? How about now..."
"Go sit in the corner..." Qiongqi shot Great Pest a disdainful glare, making Great Pest feel like crying!